Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Tiny bonfires

I want to sleep with my cheek
nestled in the curve of your clavicle.
My lips softly touching the skin
stretched out over the tip of your collarbone.
My eyelashes fluttering, tickling
your chin ligtly.

Even the slightes of touches
burning
like tiny bonfires
wherever your glorious skin

brushes against mine.

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